From The Lab

The Vortex of Sin

The vices of life, I cannot defend;
To lie, cheat, and steal is sewn in our genes.
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

Fighting the false need again and again,
Combined with cruelty in endless days,
The vices of life, I cannot defend.

A callused soul is the loneliest friend,
But a friend in need is a friend indeed.
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

Balance is needed, the good/evil blend,
Purity by itself is not a boon,
The vices of life, I cannot defend.

Walk carefully when the pathway descends,
A decline is easily hurried past.
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

The vortex of sin brings most a rough end,
With occasional swirls of brief pleasure.
The vices of life, I cannot defend;
A battle with conscience. One must contend.